Sinners Have a Soul Too

The drive to the club would prove more interesting than the meal. Talking, we stared at one another with those looks of satisfaction. She looked so beautiful and there was something about her that made me smile. Unexpectedly, Malaya did something that wouldn’t be expected. Her feet slid out of her black heels. She pressed her back into the seat, lifted slightly and began to remove her panties. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Trying to prepare myself for the festivities,” she replied. Her thumbs slid between the thin black thong straps and slid the panties down her thighs, past her knees, pulling them over her small feet. Malaya pulled her dress back to expose her well groomed vagina as well as a small yet profound rose tattoo on her upper thigh. As we drove, the street light climbed through the windows, flashing brief light on her so my eyes could catch a glimpse. She was so turned on by the idea of exposing herself to me. It only seemed right to capitalize on this moment. ‘Do me a favor and move your seat back.’ ‘Move my seat back?’ She repeated cautiously. ‘Yes, move your seat back or should I say let the seat back.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Just do what I ask of you and I’m sure you will not be upset with me.’ Malaya let the seat go back as far as the backseat would allow. ‘Now draw back your dress a bit more,’ I stated. She pulled the dress back with both hands and leaned all the way back on the seat. With my hand, I slide it between her thighs, slightly separating her thighs a bit more for access. With my middle finger placed between the slits of her vagina and the two outside fingers grazing the spots where her thighs meet, I gently rubbed. Malaya relaxed with her forearm touching her brow. “You love to spend your time teasing me,” she stated. “You started this game, so I need to finish it.” Until we reached the club was the moment that my hand stopped rubbing her. She was teased so much that when we pulled up, Malaya had this exasperated look on her face or maybe a look of frustration. Being horny is one of those things that irritate the shit out of you. It’s like having on wet clothes or something. Parking, I emerge form the car to help her out. She is inside putting on her panties and placing her body back together. She extends her hand to mine and emerges from the car. Malaya kisses me on the cheek saying “this is far from over and you know exactly what you did.” The sky is clear as the night displays its dominance. We walk to the door and the sound of her heels click against the pavement. After paying to enter the club, we enter to see a relatively cool crowd. Many of them were around our age. It was a mixed crowd of people but populated mostly by African Americans. The music was a bit loud for what I need, so we found a table to await a good song. As soon as we went to sit, a nice slow grinding song came on which put us on the dance floor. The lights flickered, reminding me of my days in the strip club. She didn’t have a lot of rhythm, but there was enough in my body for the both of us. The sights of blue, red, white, and orange lighting fought their way into my eyes. Traveling to the middle of the floor, she allowed me to turn her back to me and press her body against my frame. Malaya’s body produced the scent that enticed me to move closer and closer. If I had moved any closer, we would be having sex on the dance floor. With my left arm wrapped around her chest, our hips grinded together, with her feeling the contraction, and following my lead. Placing my right hand on her right thigh, grasping tightly, I trained her body to follow the music, the beat or the rhythm that resounded from the speakers. Lower and lower, we moved to the floor and suddenly we were lost in the art of dance. My hands began to explore those thin but firm thighs, while she laid the back of her head on my shoulder. The worn dance floor was an imaginary bedroom as we discovered one another’s body through pure imagination. Respectful but teasingly, I moved my hands across her abdomen, up and down her arms, while kissing her long neck that smelled of a perfume unfamiliar to my nose, yet very refreshing. Turning towards me, Malaya placed her arms upon my shoulders, and I could feel the soft touch of her forearms on my neck. Pulling her body to me, we press together tightly where I could feel the contours of her body, so soft and so firm at the same time. She pressed her lower area against mine, feeling my penis massage her lower area. We pull one another close to enjoy the rapture of this passion that was developing. Dancing is one of the best foreplays when you are with someone who has a desire within them. As the song came to close, I felt her lips try to touch my neck. Pulling back, we look one another in the eyes; she moves in for the kiss, but I don’t allow it.